Ave
Our Lady of Sorrows holds out her arms to capture the harm that's become you, comrades lost in primal wars by sores and scars unhealed, concealed, then she lays on your bed of earthen fear to hear and seal the tears of your passage and bears a protest of love undone to the radiant fusion of her sun. ![]()
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Midi music file: Schubert's "Ave Maria"
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